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softpluto

all for the game -- the trilogy

alesanas

we own the night // dance gavin dance

fotojournalismus

Farmers pick marigolds in Minzu village, Weining County in Guizhou, China on August 2, 2015. (Yang Wenbin/Xinhua)

visvya

fuks

thawrah

i think the weirdest thing is having left over information about someone. like i still know someone’s favorite girl name. or their favorite season. or someone’s address. i remember someone’s favorite ice cream flavors. and someone’s favorite childhood book. and the mental disorder their uncle has. i remember the ages and birthdays of their siblings. i remember the song they said they’d sing to their spouse. where do i put this down? where do i learn to forget?

adnromeda

― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

theshitneyspears

Me sober: “New Rules” by Dua Lipa Me after one tequila shot: “Boys” by Charli XCX

starforecaster

Summer letters to the Signs

Aries: Sun has become you and you have become Sun, you melt my skin and burn my hair into golden rods

Taurus: breathing your sandal musk, you make me drunkenly pledge my devotion to you so i could never find my heart again

Gemini: in the middle of hot summer daze you will show me your true face, the fragile as glass look in your eyes which makes me yours

Cancer: invite me inside your nacreous shell, so i can seek further, for the ivory one which keeps your thoughts hidden

Leo: coffee and lemon water refracting the soft yellow beams, dear aurelius would you embrace me in your arms and never ease the hold

Virgo: will you allow me to take a moment and fully adore the linnen dress grazing your bare ankles in the meadow

Libra: i hope you will let me braid your hair into crown, full of pansies and marigolds, from your corner garden

Scorpio: once a year you put down your shields and hide your poisonous spike to enjoy the calling of mild breeze and im the lucky witness to declare it all

Capricorn: strip yourself from the old body and lose the timid bones, the nymphs demand your presence at the table of love

Sagittarius: just as phoenix reborns itself from the ashes you too have discovered new spring of joy when heard the first tones of surge

Aquarius: every morning you look like Atlas keeping the sky on shoulders so i can be closer to the sun god´s cart

Pisces: there is one fountain, in Rome, it sings as sweetly as you, sweetly as naiads tempting the sailors to end their sorrows